Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2014 15:14:15 GMT -6
“Since I was 14.” Knight wasn’t in the mood to tell him his real age or exactly how long he was in the vigilante business; it was a waste of time and that was for Knight to know alone. When Vegas clapped his hand behind Knight’s back, he tensed up slightly. Knight then let out a sigh and nodded, he was right spacing out was dangerous. Knight then rose and eyebrow. “You’re on to talk about my talk.” He grunted out shaking his head.
Knight then pressed his lips together. Lady Fate; he snorted, what could she do? Then his brows came together; eight four five-nine three five-nine zero five four. Knight stood there mentally repeating the numbers, letting it sink in. The idiot once more repeated himself as if Knight couldn’t hear him before the darkness of the park took over Vega.
A phone number of course. Knight whipped out his phone and tapped the numbers in before jamming it back into his pocket. HE then made his way into the park, unsure of the young night brought for him. Sure that Vegas was out of sight, he took out his bow and lashed his arm out, the contraption taking shape. Knight smiled and sighed in appreciation, he felt better with the bow out, a security blanket.
Dang it this place was too big, even for two people. How the heck could a police force even walk around this place? Thinking about it, hopefully they were not too close to his or Vegas’ location or else either would get in big trouble, one too many rules being broken at the current time. Time felt really long or maybe that’s what a dimly lighted park did to one’s senses. He then stepped on something goopy, a low and very upset grunt come out of the mouth. “If this is dog crap, someone’s dying tonight.” Knight sighed, settling his bow down and leaned on a tree taking his boot off and staring at it. A scowl went across his face, unsure of what he was looking at. Taking out his phone and turning it on, he turned the dim light to the soul of the shoe; the material was white. Putting his phone away, he then touched it, the material hardened up, Knight then wacked the shoe against the tree, some of the material broke away but it persisted on staying.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Knight placed the boot back on, fixing his pant leg back into it. He then knelt down and picked up the now harden goop but it wasn’t soft, but now hardened up. Knight’s eyes narrowed, he then reached for one of the few pockets on his pants and brought out the sample that he had picked up and compared both of them. Something was off about this; this was not a person with bone manipulation, but some other kind of power. Knight stood up straight, his nose flared out andgerly picking up his bow and stringing an arrow.
Fuck! Vegas could be in trouble! Knight looked up to the night sky with urgency, seeing where he was at. Finally finding his ground, he took of his phone out and went for the number Vegas gave him and started jolting for the unisphere. Listening to the phone tone ring a few thoughts spiraled through his mind. Come on. Pick up. Let this be a damn phone number. Those thoughts rushed just like the park around him.
On the other side, a woman slowly moved around in the sphere. Her eyes glinted and a toothy smile spread across her face. She smelt prey, another wanna-be hero, those fools. Her block bob cut blew slightly with the breeze. She stalked around, slowly making her way out waiting to see what this person will, how they will react. Making her way out, she brought herself to cry and become panicked, as if something else was villain instead of it being her.
JULIO VEGAS